Autobiography
Without design, the future shrugged. / I hoped I might find myself over there and not / be disappointed.
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Without design, the future shrugged. / I hoped I might find myself over there and not / be disappointed.
Read MoreOne hand pushes the swing, the other holds an open book, / paper valley of an elsewhere.
Read MoreSeafoam, that crabbed allure, / seen and heard along the byroad
Read MoreWe set the imperial pavilion / on fire, suggested it was lightning, / an act of god.
Read Morewe are curves spilling stories / against your lips
Read MoreA thousand brazen love locks thronged the fences, / weird erotic spells inscribed with black magic / marker
Read MoreThe icon’s head / is too thick for its hopeful wings / but responds to my thumb
Read MoreWe haven’t awakened / anything this year or not / that thing I wanted most
Read MoreFlies rage among the roses / as if in the throes of rabies
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